William Shakespeare Quotes About Killing

• O comfort-killing night, image of hell, Dim register and notary of shame, Black stage for tragedies and murders fell, Vast sin-concealing chaos, nurse of blame!

  William Shakespeare

  Death, Night, Nurse

  William Shakespeare (2006). “The Poems: Venus and Adonis, The Rape of Lucrece, The Phoenix and the Turtle, The Passionate Pilgrim, A Lover's Complaint”, p.188, Cambridge University Press

• The third day comes a frost, a killing frost.

  William Shakespeare

  Farewell, Frost, November

  'Henry VIII' (1613) act 3, sc. 2, l. 352

• Farewell, a long farewell to all my greatness! This is the state of man: today he puts forth The tender leaves of hope, tomorrow blossoms, And bears his blushing honours thick upon him: The third day comes a frost, a killing frost, And - when he thinks, good easy man, full surely His greatness is a-ripening - nips his root, And then he falls, as I do.

  William Shakespeare

  Death, Fall, Farewell

  'Henry VIII' (1613) act 3, sc. 2, l. 352

• I kissed thee ere I killed thee. No way but this, Killing myself, to die upon a kiss.

  William Shakespeare

  Kissing, Way, Killing

  1603-4 Othello. Othello, act 5, sc.2, l.368-9.

• In sweet music is such art: killing care and grief of heart fall asleep, or hearing, die.

  William Shakespeare

  Music, Sweet, Art

  'Henry VIII' (1613) act 3, sc. 1, l. 3

• Orpheus with his lute made trees, And the mountain tops that freeze, Bow themselves, when he did sing; To his music, plants and flowers Ever sprung; as sun and showers There had made a lasting spring. Every thing that heard him play, Even the billows of the sea, Hung their heads, and then lay by. In sweet music is such art, Killing care and grief of heart Fall asleep, or hearing, die.

  William Shakespeare

  Sweet, Art, Spring

  'Henry VIII' (1613) act 3, sc. 1, l. 3

• What are you doing sister? / Killing swine.

  William Shakespeare

  Killing, Swine

• Tam: What begg’st thou then? fond woman, let me go. Lav: ’Tis present death I beg; and one thing more That womanhood denies my tongue to tell. O! keep me from their worse than killing lust, And tumble me into some loathsome pit, Where never man’s eye may behold my body: Do this, and be a charitable murderer. Tam: So should I rob my sweet sons of their fee: No, let them satisfy their lust on thee. Dem: Away! for thou hast stay’d us here too long. Lav: No grace! no womanhood! Ah, beastly creature, The blot and enemy to our general name. Confusion fall—

  William Shakespeare

  Sweet, Fall, Eye

  William Shakespeare (1853). “The Plays of Shakespeare: The Text Regulated by the Old Copies, and by the Recently Discovered Folio of 1632, Containing Early Manuscript Emendations”, p.616

• There is no sure foundation set on blood, No certain life achieved by others' death.

  William Shakespeare

  Blood, Foundation, Killing

  William Shakespeare (1998). “The Life and Death of King John”, p.219, Oxford University Press, USA

• Do all men kill the things they do not love?

  William Shakespeare

  Men, Venice, Merchant Of Venice

  William Shakespeare (2013). “The Complete Works of William Shakespeare In Plain and Simple English”, p.3541, BookCaps Study Guides

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